Ill take my crown [Syren family only]

She had smelled the blood. The blood of her recently returned sister. It had drawn her from her nest, led her down endless corridors, following the stench. Had someone harmed one of her sisters? There was still a subtle limp to her step, it slowed her pace some but her toes were healing, along with her other wounds.

The mumbled sound of voices bece clearer, words became clearer and cinder had arrived. She bit back a sigh, catching her sister arrogant statement. Entering the scene, blue and silver eyes landed on her wounded sister, audits sliding forward, brow furrowing slightly. "Are you well?" She was late but it had taken time for the blood to reach her. Concern echoed gently in her words, she hasn't gotten a chance to meet Syren, she had disappeared at a youn age, making her a stranger but still blood.